We'd adopted her from the city

I don’t like all this nature thing she said

Her big, brown moist marbles 

Staring at me in mock defiance

But the only trees she'd seen before

Where on cartoons

Which is why she drew them like lollipops

And as for horses 

She’d only ever seen a plastic pony

Out of someone elses christmas cracker

It’s boring too green and stoopid

She stamped hoping for attention she no longer needed

There are two things of that summer 

That I will hold close forever

The colours that danced the backs of the mackeral

And the look in my new daughters eyes

When she first saw the sea